Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.

Monday, November 10, 2008

When All Else Fails, Throw A Party

It's been a rough few weeks on the porchI hate it when I want to bitchAnd then I think how much worse off other people areAnd how I should count my blessingsthen I feel bitchyand guiltySo I tried to think positiveI walked the dogI prayedI meditatedI did my Yogathen I called all my crazy relativeswrote a hot check to buy beer and hamburgersand threw a partyI'm fine now!